I’m having one of those afternoons where working my way through a massive proofreading project – not usually my favourite thing to do – is kind of therapeutic. It’s letting me exercise some control over making something perfect, and the analytical-but-not-too-smart thinking that’s involved is exactly as much intelligence as I can muster after catching only 45 minutes of sleep last night.

Yep. 45 minutes.

Not long after I fell asleep, B woke up – and thus began our second night in the last eight days that involved lots and lots of quasi-puking. Our pediatrician’s opinion is that it’s not the flu, but rather a cold or an allergy thing (and the allergy thing kind of seems more likely because she’s not otherwise sick at all). At risk of this turning into WAY TMI, she’s puking, but it’s not puke – hence the quasi-puking. It’s clear and there’s no digested – or half-digested (EW!) – food involved at all. But my poor baby girl is violently sick like it’s the real deal, and it continued two or three times an hour all night long.

By 9 AM, she was feeling fine – other than being slightly traumatized over the events of the night – but I was TOAST. I catnapped for a bit, but then life needed to go on, and I’ve been trudging my way through today despite my exhaustion + the inevitable arthritis / fibromyalgia flare that accompanies nights like last night.

I have never been more certain that having an only child was the best decision for us. And I have never been more grateful that our only child is BRIONY. It makes my heart hurt to realize how perfectly God matched her with us. I have no idea how a kid can be so sick and so full of sunshine all at once. It sounds stupid, but we actually had an okay night. In between episodes, we snuggled + talked + giggled… She’s kind of amazing. Even today – totally exhausted – she’s had a great attitude and been a total joy to have around the house. THAT SHOULD NOT BE THE CASE. But it is. It’s just kind of how Briony is.

It was the longest night. But the sun came up in the morning, and Briony is better today – which is the important thing. I know that my body will heal. It always does.

And life MUST go on, because it’s PJ Day at preschool tomorrow and they’re having pancakes for snack.